The gift

Wrapped in flesh and tenderness –
the fragile feet, the faltering hands –
a hunger was born, squalling for
a landscape flowing with milk
and kindness. Little
did the wise know, still less
kings that this small and helpless
this scant vision of humanity
would feed the multitudes
on love like honey
mercy like a river
justice like a parable;
that gathered up his days
his breath, his cries
would flood millennia
with cradlesongs of hope:
God is born
God with us
Emmanuel 


And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth. (John 1:14, KJV)

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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